Guru Dhyanam-3
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Indira Renganathan
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Upon those moments of golden silence
Whilst all is in silent bliss
Like the untimely thunder of the sky
Booming sprouts a senseless doubt
I ask
O' Guru, my breath the air
My strength the sun
My chassis the earth
My life the water
My nous the space
I'm made of these gods
Yet I'm not godly, why?
This stirs not Him
And He speaks not too
Yet like a lotus from the mire
I feel the articulation of that sun
'Aye'..! ! amid that hush bliss
Beaten I wake up
Surrender abolishing all my I
Salute, bow in total compliance
To that Guru Dhakshinamoorthy
Lord of the south
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